A feeling of pain came from his arm, and Yang Long looked weakly at the mummy that bit him, powerless to resist. He didn't know what this guy was trying to do, but a fool would know what this altar had to do with this guy.

Streams of blood flowed down his arm, and Yang Long's face became even paler. Even though his physical fitness is very strong in itself, but now that this injured body and a lot of blood loss, even he is a god will feel a little tired.

In the hazy darkness of the night, Yang Long noticed that the mummy's eyes glowed with a strange purple-red light. As the suction power from this guy's mouth increased, Yang Long felt his head become more dizzy.

The mummy didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, and Yang Long was imprisoned all over, and he couldn't leave even if he wanted to. At this moment, the runes that had not changed around them actually began to flicker slightly, and the runes from the mummy's feet began to light up, and an invisible ripple suddenly rippled out, sweeping away the surrounding dust.

In an instant, the open space became spotless and extremely clean. And the runes that gradually spread out were like streams of water filled with silver light, rippling in circles, this feeling was like a heartbeat was rising and falling, from the silence at the beginning, slowly and irregularly fluctuating, and then to the free rhythmic pulsation.

The runes on the five black stone pillars glowed with a strange luster as if they had come to life, until the rhythm had temporarily settled, and all the runes on the ground had become as brilliant as the stars in the sky.

The bright moon in mid-sky seemed to become more transparent at this time, and countless silver lights converged. Yang Long looked at this scene in surprise, he didn't expect that this altar actually had the magic ability to absorb the power of the stars.

As the silver in mid-air smoothed down, the five black stone pillars actually began to gradually change color at this time. When the silver moon is in the sky, the stone pillar seems to have removed the black impurities and transformed to silver.

If someone saw this scene in mid-air at this time, they would definitely be speechless in surprise. The silver sheen slowly coalesced, all focused on the mummy. At this time, its body was radiant, and the silvery white filaments of light were wrapped around the mummy like a cocoon.

With this dazzling light that people dare not open their eyes, the pure aura in mid-air also drifted with the waves, and suddenly rushed into the body of this mummy. The essence is circulating, and the essence is wanton. The mummy's body is being tempered little by little, flowing smoothly, making it impossible to see the real scene in it.

And at this moment, Yang Long is the closest person to this guy, so he can see it more clearly. It's just that at this moment, his whole body is already soft, and he can't lift his energy at all, but he sees what he has been pursuing all his life with his spare corners.

He found that the mummy's originally boring skin had strangely begun to recover, and the blood that flowed from the Yang Dragon's body was actually reorganizing in this guy's body in an incredible way. A trace of ruddy climbed the mummy's cheek, and the old skin on its body began to peel off, and a trace of white flesh grew from the inside out.

Until Yang Long saw a handsome young man appear in front of him, the corners of his mouth were already wide open, and he didn't know what to say.

But fortunately, this guy has not yet reached the point of shamelessness to absorb all the blood in his body, but even so, the loss of qi and blood by Yang Long is amazing, and this feeling is like returning to the pre-liberation period. Originally, Yang Long was a person who used qi and blood to condense and cultivate, but now that this qi and blood have almost been absorbed by this guy, Yang Long's cultivation has immediately changed back to the Seal Stage.

But Yang Long saw what he had to pursue in his life, and he didn't expect that this kind of altar could actually have the effect of resurrecting the dead. Since Yang Long came to this world, he has long been surprised by what he has seen, but now this is even more amazing than the soul living in Yang Long's body, it can be said that this is the most magical scene Yang Long has ever seen since he came to this world.

It is an irreversible common sense in nature that people cannot be resurrected after death. But now, Yang Long was shocked by the scene in front of him, and he broke the iron law that had been entrenched in his mind.

If this guy can come back to life, then in this case, Whitebeard's resurrection is not promising. Thinking of this, Yang Long smiled peacefully, now this calamity, even if he does not die, it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

The mummy no longer needed Yang Long's blood at this time, and the confinement on Yang Long's body had disappeared, so he hurriedly walked out of that strange place weakly.

Five silvery rays of light came from the sky, like pillars connecting heaven and earth. At this time, the altar was full of silvery white light, and from a distance, it looked as if two moons were hanging in the air.

The guy Yang Long saw was already wrapped in a white cocoon at this time, and he only glanced at the guy's face in a hurry when he left, and the mummy at that time already had a trace of human form. Most of the eroded contours of the face have been repaired, and the rest are also connected by some transparent blood-colored silk threads. The power of repair is already amazing, and it must have been repaired almost by this time!

Yang Long stared at the insect cocoon in front of him and thought for a moment. It turned out that the purpose of this guy to capture himself was to ingest the blood in his own body in order to provide the conditions for his resurrection. Even if Yang Long knew that the blood in his body had extraordinary effects, he would not be able to achieve the divine effect of bringing the dead back to life.

In this case, the effect of this altar still occupies a large part of the role. Drawing on the power of the endless stars as a medium to achieve such a magical effect. This altar is indeed not an ordinary thing, and the person who built it must have been a terrible existence!

After the half-pillar incense passed, the silver-white light began to be restrained, and the silver light like silk threads began to retract into the mummy's body, and at this time, Yang Long really saw the true face of this guy.

The big black eyes are as clear and shiny as the stars, and they are really sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a talent. Coupled with this guy's unsmiling appearance, he is quite arrogant.

As all the light was sucked into the body, the five stone pillars that had been whitened began to turn back to their original pitch black. However, as the last trace of silvery-white luster was peeled away, the black stone pillar made a slight sound.

In a moment, it collapsed with a bang, and the runes on the stone wall also turned into fragments, and the sections were lost in that luster, turning into ordinary gravel again.

Yang Long looked at this scene in a daze, but his chest felt inexplicably distressed. Originally, he thought that after this guy ran out, he might be able to borrow this altar to resurrect Whitebeard. Even if he used up all the blood in his body, he would not hesitate to do it. But now, this altar has disappeared like this.

As the fragments broke and fell, the sound continued to ring in the ears, and the six gods of the Yang Dragon had no owner, and their minds seemed to follow the sound and shatter to the ground.

The last stone pillar broke, and the silver light connecting heaven and earth in mid-air also dissipated, and the middle-aged man's body trembled suddenly, as if a fierce beast had awakened, and an invisible pressure entrenched in all directions.

"Roar!" the man let out a slight growl, looking a little confused. When he saw the Yang Dragon on the side, there was a hint of surprise on his face, but the Yang Dragon didn't notice this at all.

The man came back to his senses and began to move the muscles and bones around his body, and after a circle, the crackling sound up and down his body continued to sound. It wasn't until he had finished getting used to it all that the middle-aged man showed a smile. It's just that this look is still very serious and dull.

"Is there a second altar besides this one?"

At this moment, the man suddenly heard a weak voice coming from beside him. He thought about it for a while, his brows furrowed slightly, but he couldn't think of anything for a long time.

He began to learn to pronounce his voices, but only in a piecemeal manner.

I saw him say, "No... I don't know, in my head. Middle... Middle.. It's a blank slate. ”

I don't know if it's because this guy hasn't spoken for a long time, and his voice sounds a little awkward.

Originally, Yang Long thought that even if this altar was broken, he could find the next one, and maybe then there would be hope to resurrect Whitebeard. And all this hope can only be found in the man in front of him. Since he knew that there was an altar here, he naturally knew that there were other places. In this way, he has the hope of finding the next one. But when he heard what this guy said, his heart was cold again.

Maybe it's fate, this road is not straight, but he still has to try, isn't it? Even if this guy doesn't know, one day, he will find it, because this guy has brought Yang Long a hope, a hope for him to persevere.

"Then why did you bring me here?" Yang Long asked, the doubt in his heart.

The man was stumbling, but like a baby who had just spoken, he spoke word by word, very slowly.

The young man shook his head: "I... No.. Know. ”

After speaking, there was a hint of surprise on his face, but with his unsmiling expression, it was impossible to understand at all, whether he was crying or laughing, I saw him continue, "I just... Know, my... Her name is Andynina. ”

Hearing this, Yang Long was stunned and muttered, "Andina, what's the weird name? Isn't this a girl's name?" But you're a boy." ”

Andynina shook her head: "I don't know about that. ”

During the conversation with Yang Long, Andy Nina's voice really became smoother and smoother. Speaking of words, Yang Long was finally able to reluctantly accept it.

"Don't you remember anything?" Yang Long clutched his chest and looked at this guy with a strange expression.

He was beaten innocently, but he didn't expect that after this guy was reborn, he didn't remember anything.

"Well! I don't remember anything. Andynina shook her head, as if trying her best to remember something, but in the end she could only sigh helplessly: "There is no memory, as if I was born here." ”